I just spent a couple hours at the Genius Bar, hanging with the geniuses, mostly because I’m a genius.
Oh, and because I had another issue with my Mac. I swear to god I’m the only person in the world who’s had more Mac issues than I ever had PC issues.
I made an appointment at the touristy one because it’s closest to home, and man, that place is just lousy with tourists. I mean, it’s lousy with ‘em.
There was a woman standing near me holding her baby. When the (I assume) baby daddy came back, they made a swap: baby for MacBook. (I know which I’d choose!) They were way more careful handing over the MacBook than they were with the baby. Priorities, you know.
Anyway, the genius fixed my computer. It shut down a couple of times this morning. Full-on powered down. I didn’t much care for that. Turns out my fan wasn’t working, so when the computer got hot, it shut itself down to cool off. The genius replaced my fan, and all should be right with the world.
Until that family drops a baby in their haste to get online.
I thought this was going to be a post about laundry.
In my experience, babies are much more resilient than macbooks.
And not nearly as useful.